I learned what fame was

Look... I learned through people what famous is and I don't want if I could have it.

Fame in the morning is being the background guy. And being crazy for it. Like how did you know about George Clooney and Zombie Movies. And the disorder lady from the horse racing track and also the woman that does hair.

I learned women and men have a price. 300 bucks max. I learned to make something up in front of the person next to me. I learned to have your mind read and also have a story all day. I learned to be nice to someone at first then be a fat asshole and wear different wigs.

I learned to turn my head and say that I am not you, which I am not. I am me regardless.

I learned to work for a living.

I learned to treat women like money. I learned to treat men like a paycheck.

I learned to make stuff up about someone and follow them around in cars. I learned to not hold onto something.

I don't know what fame is, but I guess its just staring at stuff. I don't know.

I am sick of being forced feed this false reality, when people are down but scared shitless of what is happening and also me. But I am harmless, go get beat up by your boyfriend or husband or wife and or kids or something. I learned to do the air thing to people.

People are afraid - I am going to snap because I was used for a billion dollars. When I don't own the business, I am just worth 2 1/2 percent.

Its utter shit - I ruined programming forever, but I didn't mean to or want to. I just do me - regardless.

The plan is to save up money in the next couple of months and start going out.

Really, I pitched my roommate pretty easy - its not hard to date my stupid ass. Just keep me away from the window, enjoy drinking and eating and also drive me around. That's it. The sex will suck for three months till I get thin and we'll just go for hours for no results.

Just don't keep me psychotic. Just say I watch him all day and make sure he has fun with his disease when I am social networking.

I have a scary thing that happens with the remote, that I don't want anymore. I hate it.

I don't understand the deal of paying me a million and letting me do what I want - two and a half percent is 2 1/2 million.

I don't need to be watched. I agreed I did, when I was all morbid and couldn't speak. But I am fine now and the unbelievable is really believable. So just ignore it and quit being so entertained.

I never had a self image problem or a better reality problem. I just need to buckle down and work for a couple of months. By the kids I'm visiting gifts, pay rent, buy a cell phone and also save for a car.

Its the gayest thing ever.

I was a felon that got rehabilated into society and can't support myself till Friday.

Words don't keep me busy. I just like am I going crazy all day. But then I think - I don't want to be humbled to meet people, I don't want to be made fun of, I don't want to be setup on felonies.

I just want my money to start over and support yaya.